The three of you decide to
jump on the nearby trash can, it being taller than the roof of the car. Without
wasting time, the three amigos successfully jumped on the trash bin, just as the
speeding car collided with it. They were knocked right off the bin, and landed
ten feet behind the speeding car. Sarah, and Mike lay there motionless, their
heads bleeding; you on the other hand landed on a pile of trash. Banana peels
and empty cardboard boxes inside the bags broke your fall. The old hag in the
car was hurt, yet not to the point where she wanted to give up. With a screech,
the car stopped and began to drive backwards. Will this nightmare ever end?

“Ha
ha ha ha ha hee hee!” the old woman stated sinisterly, as she neared the three
of you still lying on the cold cement.

You
struggled to stand upright on your beaten legs, your head spinning. The two
headlights beaming into your eyes, like eyes of their own. Your comrades were
moaning on the ground, slowly turning, as the grandma drove blindly in their
direction, her voice crackling, with horrifying laughter. You start to walk and
fall down again, too tired and wounded to move. The car ran over you friends,
and finally landed on you. Your innards where splattered everywhere, as with
Sarah and Mike. Too bad! Next time, you should think of a better way of
preserving yourself.